The tallest buildings nearby were a few residential buildings on the east side of the road, but they were separated by the greenery of the community. Zhang Heng estimated the distance and estimated that it would be difficult for him to reach them. Instead, the four-story museum on the west side seemed more realistic.
Zhang Heng stepped on the roof of his car and ran straight there. Behind him, he heard the curses of the car owners, but by then, Zhang Heng had already jumped in front of the bus stop, pushed away two middle school students who were playing with their mobile phones, dashed past the bicycles and the sidewalk, jumped over the ticket gate, and ran to the entrance of the museum.
The guard who was standing guard outside the duty room was shocked, but he quickly reacted and chased after Zhang Heng while shouting at him to stop.
Not only did Zhang Heng not stop, but he also sped up and went up the stairs. Taking advantage of an old couple who had just entered the museum and the sensor door had not closed, Zhang Heng ducked inside.
The museum had just opened in the morning, and there were not many people inside. There were only a dozen people in the bronze exhibition hall on the first floor, strolling and admiring the collections in the display cabinets.
Zhang Heng found the stairs as fast as he could, but at this time, the guards on the first floor had apparently been alerted and quickly surrounded Zhang Heng. Zhang Heng did not waste any more time with them. He silently calculated the time in his heart, estimating that he had six or seven seconds left. So, he bent down and dodged the attack of the guard on the right. The guard on the left, on the other hand, was separated by a display cabinet, and he only managed to grab a handful of air.
In the last three seconds, Zhang Heng had pushed his speed to the limit, rushing up the stairs. Through the glass wall, he could already see the oncoming wave, about a dozen meters high. It slammed into the glass wall on the south side of the museum, and the hard double-layered tempered laminated glass did not even last for half a second before it shattered!
Following that, the raging sea poured into the museum, mixed with branches, bricks, bicycles, and other messy things.
Zhang Heng rushed up to the third floor at the last moment, but in the blink of an eye, the two floors under his feet had been completely swallowed up. The few guards who were chasing him did not even have a chance to make a sound before they were swept away by the giant wave. The group of tourists walking downstairs were also in danger.
At this moment, Zhang Heng felt like he was alone on a deserted island in the middle of a vast ocean.
The power of an individual was too insignificant in the face of natural disasters.
In particular, most people did not expect a tsunami to happen. At the moment when the huge wave came, many people did not realize what was happening. In the next moment, they were knocked unconscious. They were carried forward by the water current and hit walls or cars. The unluckier ones hit sharp objects and were pierced through, never to wake up again.
Behind Zhang Heng, a little girl about six or seven years old in a dress widened her eyes, completely stunned by the scene in front of her.
Zhang Heng didn't have time to care about her parents. Before he could catch his breath, the second wave arrived. This wave was even higher than the previous one, almost as tall as the museum's roof. Instead of running upstairs, Zhang Heng turned around and ran to the center of the exhibition hall on the third floor.
He heard a thunderous roar behind him. The waves had effortlessly smashed the last two layers of glass. The exquisite porcelain of the Tang and Song dynasties on display in the showcase had withstood the erosion of time, but they could not withstand the erosion of real water. They were no different from the previous glass walls, turning into pieces.
The little girl, who stood rooted to the ground, was also swallowed by the huge wave.
Zhang Heng finally ran to a pillar and pressed his body tightly against it. The next second, the wave slammed into the pillar, and the water split on both sides of Zhang Heng's body. It continued to rush forward with unstoppable momentum and hit the wall.
Zhang Heng could feel the museum shaking, but its solid foundation and sturdy building structure helped it withstand the impact.
On the other side, however, Zhang Heng was not so lucky. The wave did not destroy the wall, and it quickly rolled back. Zhang Heng could only curl up as much as possible to protect his vital parts.
Fortunately, this time, there was not much kinetic energy left in the wave. Since the pillar was very smooth and had no fixed point, Zhang Heng was eventually washed away.
The undercurrent was surging underwater, and he did not know how many times he tumbled. All he knew was that his whole body was spinning.
However, after going through the Apollo Training Camp and being tossed around by the centrifuge, Zhang Heng could be considered a master when it came to resisting dizziness.
He held his breath and tried to use his back to withstand the impact. He did not lose consciousness until a minute later, when he could clearly feel the water began to slow down. This meant that the first wave of the tsunami was about to pass. Zhang Heng waited for about 20 seconds, and he finally regained control of his body just before his oxygen was about to run out. Zhang Heng tried to poke his head out of the water, and the world outside was completely different.
The familiar city was now a little strange.
The previously crowded traffic on the road had disappeared. No, it should be said that even the road had disappeared. The nearby low-rise storefronts had also sunk to the bottom of the water, leaving only their roofs. The situation of the high-rise buildings was relatively better. In the direction of the tsunami, some high-rise buildings with weak structures were pushed down, but by the time the tsunami reached here, the damage was not as great as it was at first.
Zhang Heng wiped the seawater off his face. He was surrounded by half-broken parasol trees, telephone poles tilted in the water, and wires and tree branches tangled together. A sandal was bobbing up and down with the waves, and its owner was nowhere to be seen.
Zhang Heng saw a door floating not far away, and he pulled it in front of him. This way, he would not need to continue treading water, and he could save some of his strength. The tsunami might not be the only one, and no one knew when the next wave would come. So, Zhang Heng decided to prepare in advance.
However, considering that he was now in Han Lu's dream, common sense and experience might not necessarily work. In fact, the inland tsunami was strange enough to begin with. He didn't know if it had anything to do with the Dreamland of Death, but on the other hand, its appearance explained why Han Lu left her residence in a hurry.
She had obviously been warned in advance, and Zhang Heng did not have any good ideas. He could only pray that Han Lu had moved to a safe place in time. The rest would only be known when he found her.
The bad news, however, was that the tsunami had destroyed the city, erasing all traces of Han Lu. Zhang Heng had now completely lost his target, and he did not know where to start next.
The only thing he could do was to find a safe place and wait for a second wave of attacks.
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